Riding is like a drug, and today I got my fix. We finished painting half of our apartment, and got our stuff delivered. More importantly this means I have my road bike and trainer back. No more excuses for me other than our place is in complete disarray.

We're still in temporary housing by the waterfront, and we still have to work out our respective morning commutes. I've officially become a morning person because of this.

Back to the afternoon ride. I fought a nasty headwind all the way to the Golden Gate Bridge. What I love about the Marin Headlands is that once you're across the bridge and at the halfway point of Hawk Hill the wind dies down considerably. Once you're in the Headlands itself it's virtually wind free, not to mention sunny and perfect riding weather.